Caleb
Elena Cruz. Just thinking her name sent a thrill through me. She was a puzzle, a captivating enigma that I couldn't get out of my head. Her fiery spirit, her confident stance, and those expressive eyes that seemed to look right through me—they all drew me in from the moment I first saw her.
I remembered our first encounter vividly. She had bumped into me during her admission documentation, her eyes wide with a mix of apology and defiance. Those eyes had stayed with me, haunting my thoughts and dreams. From that day on, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was mine, and I knew it, even if she didn't yet.
I knew she thought my declaration was arrogant, but that didn't matter. What's mine is mine, and I can't fucking let anyone come close to her. I had to protect her, to keep her safe from this harsh world. She was so delicate, so precious, that all I wanted was to pamper her until her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and joy.
As I walked through the campus, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Elena. I decided to confide in Alex, my best friend, about my feelings. He was the only one who understood the depth of my emotions.
"Hey, man, got a minute?" I asked, finding Alex near the gym.
He looked up from his phone, nodding. "Yeah, what's up, Caleb? You look like you've got something serious on your mind."
"It's Elena," I said, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. "I can't stop thinking about her."
Alex raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "The new girl? The one you claimed as yours in front of her class?"
"Yeah, her. I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help it. Ever since I saw her, I've been obsessed. She's all I think about."
Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "You've been possessive about your closed one's, Caleb. But i haven't seen you like this for someone"
"She's different. She's so delicate, so perfect. All I want to do is to be close to her, make her mine in every way possible. But she doesn't understand that yet. She doesn't see that I'm doing this for her own good."
"You know, she might need some time to come around. You can be a bit... intense," Alex said, trying to sound diplomatic.
"I know, but I can't change who I am. What's mine is mine. And Elena is mine. I'll always be with her, even if she doesn't like it right now." I paused, my gaze turning steely. "I just need to make sure no one else comes close to her."
Alex nodded thoughtfully. "Just be careful, man. Don't scare her away. Show her why she should trust you, why she should want to be with you."
"I will," I promised, my voice filled with determination. "I'll show her that she belongs with me."
"Caleb, you've never been this possessive about any girl before. There are so many girls who drool over you, and you don't give a damn. How is she different?" Alex asked, genuinely curious.
"She's everything I've ever wanted but never realized. Her fiery spirit, her strength, and the way she carries herself—it's intoxicating. No one has ever made me feel this way. It's like she's a part of me I didn't know I was missing. And I can't lose her, Alex. Not to anyone or anything."
Alex nodded, seeing the sincerity in my eyes. "Alright, man. Just make sure you don't push her too hard. She needs to come to you on her own."
With that i left from there, feeling a bit relieved after expressing myself to Alex, i knew he would understand me, my feelings.
As I walked back towards the main grounds, my eyes scanned the crowd, seeking her out instinctively. And then, I saw her. Elena was with her friends, Mark and Kiara, a small, close-knit trio that I'd observed from afar. But it wasn't them that drew my attention—it was the group of final-year seniors that surrounded them, their posture predatory, their intentions clear.
My blood ran cold, then hot, a violent surge of anger spiking through me when I heard one of the seniors demand that Elena do a pole dance.
How fucking dare they?
I moved before I even realized it, a dark, dangerous fury propelling me forward. "Stop!" I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a whip. Everyone froze, turning to look at me, their expressions shifting from amusement to uncertainty.
Elena's eyes widened with surprise, but in them, I saw something else—relief. And that only fueled my possessiveness further. She was mine to protect, mine to save, mine to claim.
"She won't do anything," I growled, stepping forward, my presence overwhelming the small circle.
The tall senior who had made the demand stammered, trying to explain, "Hey, man, we were just having some fun."
"Fun?" I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "This isn't fun. This is harassment. And if any of you make her do anything again, you'll regret it." My gaze hardened, the warning in my words unmistakable. Despite being in my second year, I had a reputation, a certain bond with the campus that made even the final-year seniors hesitate to cross me.
"Come on, Caleb, don't be such a buzzkill," the senior tried to laugh it off.
"I said, back off." My voice was a growl, dripping with possession. "She's my girl. You don't mess with her." The words hung in the air, heavy with the promise of consequences.
The seniors exchanged uneasy glances before muttering among themselves and retreating, clearly intimidated. As they slunk away, my gaze returned to Elena, my expression softening for her alone.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice gentler now, filled with an almost painful concern.
She nodded, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was something in her gaze that gave me hope, something that told me she was beginning to understand, to feel the connection that bound us together.
I wanted to say so much to her, to tell her how much she meant to me, how she was slowly consuming every thought, every breath. But I knew I had to be careful. Alex's words echoed in my mind—don't push her too hard. But fuck, it was difficult. I was losing control, and it scared me. But for her sake, I held back, stepping away even when every part of me screamed to stay close, to touch her, to claim her.
As I turned to leave, trying to calm the raging storm inside me, I heard her voice—soft, hesitant, but there.
"Caleb," she called, and my heart slammed into my ribs, her voice like a sweet, addictive drug.
I stopped, turning to face her, every nerve in my body attuned to her. Hearing my name on her lips—it did something to me. I'd never loved my name, never cared much for how it sounded. But now, coming from her, it was everything.
"Thank you," she said, a small smile curving her lips, making her look like a delicate, perfect porcelain doll.
Damn, could I kiss her right now?
The thoughts spiraled in my mind, dizzying and intoxicating.
I smiled back, unable to resist the surge of emotion that flooded me. "Next time, I'll kiss you if you're this sweet to me," I teased, my voice low and rough, filled with a promise I had every intention of keeping.
Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of horror that made me chuckle softly. She had no idea, no fucking clue what she was doing to me. But she would learn. I'd make sure of it.
As I walked away, her voice and that fleeting smile lingered in my mind, like a melody I couldn't shake. My heart was still pounding, my pulse erratic, driven by the force of my own desires. She had no idea how deeply she was under my skin, how much power she had over me. And that terrified me, but it also fueled my obsession.
I couldn't get her out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—her lips curved in that hesitant smile, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and something else, something that made my heart race. I knew I had to be careful, had to tread lightly, but how could I when all I wanted was to pull her into my arms and claim her as mine, right then and there?
But Alex was right—I couldn't push her too hard. She needed to come to me, to realize that what we had was inevitable. That no matter how much she resisted, she was mine, and I was hers. It was a bond that went beyond logic, beyond reason—a force of nature that couldn't be denied.
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